Was it really bad luck? I had sure thought so. But then, my girlfriend, who had been bitten by the flu bug said go. My friends said come. Against my better judgement, I went. So, feeling like the proverbial third wheel I joined my friend Marshall and his girlfriend Gina. We were off, headed for a weekend getaway at his family's desert vacation home. We got there, me still sure I'd fucked-up bigtime. But then, they'd insisted, pooh-poohing my "I'd just be a third wheel" assertion.
I stalled, actually taking the time to unpack, before detouring through the kitchen in search of a beer. Feeling like a total dork I snuck a peek. There they were, Gina in the pool smiling up at Marshall. Anyway, I hesitated. So, when I finally stepped out on to the patio Gina was still in the pool and Marshall was still sitting on the edge. Only my buddy was naked and braced back on his elbows. And that left me standing there watching as Gina closed her lips around his cock.
I froze, but it was too late. Having spotted me Marshall waved. Gina's mouth was chockfull of cock, not that it kept her from waving. I just stood there admiring the view, Gina's enthusiastic performance, and her obvious skill. Marshall called "Come on dude, don't just stand there!"
Not at all sure I was doing the right thing I walked over and sat down just a couple feet away from Marshall. Gina looked up; smirking as she reached for my beer. I gave it up, watching as she tilted her head back. She appeared to take a big swig; but, she hadn't swallowed. Instead she drowned Marshall's cock with a mouthful of Icey beer. He gasped, laughing as he pushed her head down. I watched foam spew from her lips, cold beer pouring down to drench his pubes. I snickered, wishing it had been a flood of cum. Gina held on to that beer, jacking Marshall off with a slow moving fist as she sucked down the last of her pilfered prize. It came along with a grin, but what I got back was an empty can. And then, after an excited "Oh my," Gina cried "Look Robby!"
It was there and gone; but I'd spotted the oozing trickle of precum. Gina had disappeared it with an immodest slow-motion flick of her tongue. And, she'd just sucked that cock's tongue-swept head in to her mouth, her lips not even halfway down its shaft when Marshall cried "Now baby...now!" She took it as ordered, with Marshall whooping "Take it" as he enthusiastically bobbed her head up and down.
With a guttural grunt Marshall landed back on his elbows And Gina's head popped up. She quickly leaned back in, her tongue flicking out, swirling as it collected a residual smear of cum. Then, after ostentatiously licking her lips she slowly licked her way down what was left of Marshall's hard-on. That trip ended with his balls in her mouth. He reached for her head gasping "No more baby!" Gina batted his hands aside, but then popped up laughing. Sprawled out flat on his back Marshall pleaded "Dude, any chance you could grab us a round of brews?"
With a monster hard-on showing in my trunks, one that not even a cold shower could have mitigated, I got to my feet. Gina noticed, her eyes following the bouncing bulge. "Me too," she called, before treating me to a lopsided grin. I didn't quite have the balls, which doesn't mean I didn't badly want to return an emphatic "Me too" of my own. Still, as I started back carting a trio of cold ones my cock pointed the way. Marshall was sitting in the shade; and I was glad to see, wearing his bathing suit. Gina reclined on a chaise lounge looking just freaking awesome in a barely there thong bikini. Her thick dark hair was pulled back in to a ponytail. And of course I stopped to watch when she reached around, untied her bikini's top and tossed it aside. What it looked like to me was that she'd waited for my return. Whatever, I took it for a good sign, especially after Marshall called "Hey baby, you should just go ahead and take it all off!" I nodded, close as I could come to seconding the motion.
Marshall got his beer, but not before I spent some time appreciatively ogling Gina's spectacular set of tits, big, round, and tan all over. Not sure what to expect, but Looking forward to an up-close look I headed her way. I opened her beer before holding it out, not because I was being a gentleman, but because it gave me an excuse to linger. She took it, but only after reaching out to run a hand over the bulging cock tenting my trunks. Her hand closed around it, squeezing as she purred "Damn Robby, but yeah I'd like to do something about this!"
Barely believing my ears, I murmured a muffled "That makes two of us!" But then, Gina sat her beer aside, ignoring the cock throbbing in my trunks as she reached for a bottle of sunscreen. So, feeling like I'd been dismissed I retreated to where Marshall waited in the shade. From there we sipped our brews and watched as Gina lazily stroke sunscreen laden hands up and down one long leg and then the other. She treated those big beautiful tits to some of the same, only she attended to them with a languid sensual finesse. And, with Gina working on her tan I murmured a question. "OK good buddy, how'd you get her to do it; you know, blow you right there in front of me," I asked.
"Simple, I dared her," he replied. And then, with me still nodding he said "Yup, you should try it!"
"Yeah right," I fired back. "Uh-huh, I'll just do that, yeah right after I grow a really big set of brass ones!"
Marshall laughed, which didn't do my ego any good. But, at least he volunteered to fetch the next round. He returned, and I took his handoff, not giving his whispered "Dude, I pulled these right from the freezer," a second thought. Gina had my undivided attention. She had reacquired the sunscreen, an unashamed excuse for playing with her titties in my opinion. And, what she did with it had nothing to do with improving her tan.
"No, don't open it," Gina told Marshall, dismissing his claim that it was icey cold with a haughty "Uh-huh!" So, he sat the frosty can of brew down next to his girlfriend's freshly discarded bottle of sunscreen. She looked up, flashed him a smile and waved him off. Marshall joined me, we clinked cans and became spectators.
Ignoring the audience she was most definitely playing to Gina performed a bit of impromptu erotic theater. I mean it was obvious and I took it for a good sign. Anyway, she used both hands, her fingers sensuously caressing as she teased her nipples with aggressively flicking thumbs. Those nipples quickly stiffened, looking swollen and rock hard where they jutted from dark areola. Seriously wishing it was me doing it I watched as she pinched those erect nipples between thumbs and forefingers. She twisted and tugged, her head thrown back her mouth open in a silent O. She wouldn't have heard Marshall's explosive "Fuck me or my hissed "Damn!" But, when she relaxed her grip and freed her tortured nipples we clearly heard the drawn out moan that followed her yelped "Oh God!"
It hadn't registered, but Gina was breathing in quick gasps as she began to circle teasing open palms over still erect nipples. Then, with Marshall approaching, her hands fell away. But then, when he picked up the left-behind can of beer she pushed her tits together and arched her back. It was an obvious invitation to what came next. And, Marshall delivered, pressing that icey can crosswise against that pair of proffered nipples. Her stuttery oohs and aahs were almost shrieks as puckered nipples continued to kiss that icey can. She didn't pull away, holding that nipple freezing pose and even managed to declare Marshall a "Horrid bastard," around some serious huffing and puffing.
"See," Marshall cried, shooting me a look as he declared "Told you dude, she gets off on playing nasty!"
I believed my buddy, while hoping his girlfriend would turn out to be nasty enough for two. Of course we'd compared notes and shared intimate details. We'd done everything but dare the question of swapping. My gal-pal at the time could do kinky, but I didn't think she was anywhere near up for swapping. Out on that patio though, I wasn't so sure about Gina, and at least mentally I had my fingers crossed.
As her nipples thawed Gina went back to ignoring us, so Marshall and I went for a swim. The water was cool, just not cool enough to do anything about my still raging hard-on. And, when I clambered out and headed for the shade I could practically feel Gina's eyes tracking it. But then, Marshall followed and I caught her tracking his obvious hard-on. Gina waited for us to settle before standing. She turned to face us wearing nothing more than a grin, a golden tan, and her bikini's miniscule thong bottom. She stretched, slinky and feline, before turning her back to us. She bent, lowering her chaise lounges backrest. It was my first solid peek at her backside and it was perfection, round, firm, tan as the rest of her svelte body, and in my opinion absolutely fuckable. And, I wasn't the only guy groaning appreciatively. She settled, stretched out face down, looked over and asked "Hey someone want to do my back?"
Giving my shoulder a backhanded swat Marshall whooped "Yo dude, go for it!" Go for it, was he kidding? No hesitation required, I was up and off in a flash.
Gina lay stretched out face down, her head pillowed on her folded arms. But, she'd been paying attention, knew I was there, actually chuckling softly as she slowly spread her legs. And all I did was stand there, staring down at the curvy swell of a sexy, not quite bare ass wishing a certain thong would just up and disappear. Marshall laughed and called "Fuck Robby, don't just stand there!"
